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[rivka]

The thing about my job is this:

No matter how good a therapist I am and how much I care, eventually they have to leave my office and go out into the world. I have no control over what happens to them there.

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[ranunculus.livejournal.com]

Here is a poem that has hung on my buletin board for years. I will admit that it is a bit florid, but I absolutely love the first two stanzas.

And how can the healer
not love those whom she heals?
for she has embraced them in entirety
of body, soul and mind.

And within each human, regardless
of whatever evil or disease
she might find,
she has touched the indelible essence,
the purity, the absolute manifestation
of human kind.

Through this touch
deliverance is a reflection in kind.

For the essence is love, and the
healing touch is said reflection combined.

For that which heals is already the core of all human kind.